Lyrics:

Don't make me run for something I can't chase
If you don't want my gun to kiss your pretty face
Never open your arms if you cannot take an embrace
And if you don't want my gun, you better kiss this ugly face

'My boy, this life is fun', she said to me that night
'Well for me it can't be done', I furiously replied
Still, I went out and tried to lighten up inside
But for me it can't be done, I'm just so sick and tired

Convinced being born wasn't bad
Assured that I would get to die this way
Convinced being alive wouldn't hurt
But it did
But then it did

Convinced being born wasn't bad
Assured that I would get to die this way
Convinced being alive wouldn't hurt
But it did
But then it did

Convinced being born wasn't bad
Assured that I would get to die this way
Convinced being alive wouldn't hurt
But it did
But then it did

Convinced being born wasn't bad
Assured that I would get to die this way
Convinced being alive wouldn't hurt
But it did
But then it did
But it did
But then it did